Late for Meditation? Maya Rebel Has Special Discipline in Store

Stefan rushed in, breathless, to find Maya Rebel already seated in lotus position—her piercing gaze locking onto him like a predator spotting prey. The air hummed with tension as she uncoiled from her mat, hips swaying with deliberate slowness. "Late again, Stefan?" Her voice dripped honey and venom. "You know the rules." A shiver ran down his spine as she circled him, fingers tracing his shoulder. The punishment? Deeper than he expected—and far more intimate.